Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
“You’re an asshole.” It just comes out, and I close my eyes before the blow lands. There’s no hiding my low moan this time.
“You truly like this, don’t you, wife?” Beck’s voice is filled with gratified wonder as his hands caress the spot he struck. I feel him lean over and place a kiss at the base of my spine.
“I told you,” Cian says quietly. His hand joins Beck’s. I turn enough to see that Cian has already tossed off his clothes. He likes to be naked as often as possible. Some days I have to force him into clothes. If I don’t, he’ll walk around in a constant, tempting state of undress. “She’s perfect for us.”
“Let’s see if she is,” Beck says with a laugh. He moves me off his lap and onto my knees. “You look so gorgeous with your hands bound. Your skin is flush with sexual arousal. Do you know what that does to me?” He calmly pulls at the fastening on his pants and frees his cock. I can feel his eyes on me. I lick my lips as I take in the sight of him stroking that big, hard dick. “Are you going to obey me?”
That deep voice promises all manner of delight if I say yes. If I do as he asks, there’s a chance he’ll reject me afterward. I pushed him to this. I upset him when I claimed to love Cian but not him. It isn’t true. I was crazy about Beck from the moment I saw him. I never believed in love at first sight, but that was pretty much what happened with me and Beck. Somehow, I knew we were made for each other. I fought it, but the emotion I feel every time I even think of him won’t go away.
Everyone keeps telling me they’re symbiotic and need each other to be whole, to be who they truly are. What if Cian coming back into his full mind changes the situation? Or what if Beck’s simply decided to give into his dark side and realized his dark side isn’t so dark after all?
My stomach knots in indecision before I finally realize I will take every chance he gives me.
“Yes, damn it,” I say.
Beck sighs. “Ci, if you would.”
I feel my skirt being raised just before Cian’s hand comes down on my ass. It isn’t as firm a smack as Beck’s, but it stings all the same. The skin of my ass hums with heat.
“Language,” Cian explains with a smile on his face. He winks before moving into position behind me. His hand goes to the waist of my skirt. “It’s time for this to come off, sweetheart. You’re going to take care of Beck, and I’m going to have some playtime with that sweet pussy of yours.”
“Not a word,” Beck warns when I open my mouth to ask a question. “The only word you need to use is yes. Now, lift up and let Ci take off that skirt.”
I do as he asks, and Cian’s hands smooth the garment off my body. He presses his pelvis against my backside, letting me feel how much he wants me as his hand undoes the ties on my shirt.
“I love these tits,” he says, cupping them as he pushes his erection against the folds of my pussy. I can’t help but moan as he teases me. He makes sure he never hits my clitoris.
Beck looks down with approval in his gaze. “Ci can play with you all he likes as long as you do what you’re told. Do you understand?”
“He’s the carrot, and you’re the stick,” I reply, trying to push back against the very large carrot in question. Cian laughs and smacks my ass again. “I mean, yes. I understand.”
“Better, love,” Beck stands up.
He pushes his pants off his hips and tosses them aside before doing the same with his shirt. Cian pulls me into position. I keep my hands in front as Cian continues to torture me with his cock and his fingers. They slide through my soaking wet slit. I whimper because he keeps me perfectly aroused with no real hope of coming. I’ll have to please Beck before I have any chance at pleasure. I’m a sweet toy to pass between them.
It’s my fantasy. Everything I dreamed about since the moment I truly understood I have two husbands.
“Open.” Beck holds his cock in his hands and moves to my mouth.
I obediently part my lips, and he thrusts himself in. He groans as the head of his cock enters. Behind me, Cian sighs. Beck’s obviously sharing the sensation with Ci.
“Lick it,” Beck orders. “Lick the head. I’m going to teach you how I like my cock sucked. I expect you to remember, love.”
I pull back and lick the engorged head of my husband’s dick. I lap up the cream of his arousal and whirl my tongue all around the ridge of his penis. Beck’s hands pet my hair, letting me know he approves.